Of the many participants in the folk day race in Zorasafor, only ten men made it to the final round of horse racing. Each of them was given a horse to ride.
Dion got a good, healthy horse. He looked at the horse's nametag and his name was Max. From under his clothes, Dion took out an apple and gave it to Max.
"Alright Max, let's win this race and bring the prize to Lian," he said.
He turned to the edge of the arena where Jillian should be to see her. Instead, he saw her busy chatting with someone Dion couldn't see because of the crowd.
"She's not looking here, I hope she realizes it soon. I can't possibly yell out for her," he muttered.
"Men, get ready! Horse racing is about to begin. You must not cheat during the competition. Follow the path that has been marked in green and then come back here. Whoever comes first will be the winner. Understood?" asked a royal guard giving instructions.
"We understand!" replied the participants.
